Chapter Forty-One

   Zagryus' wings were so loud, with each beat it sounded like a clap of thunder. She wasn't positive but she was pretty sure anyone who would have been listening would hear them. Before she could finish the thought they were up and out of Tartarus, she glanced around but she didn't recognize where they were in the mortal realm. Everything was too pretty, the trees glowed rich and green, as far as she could see there were fields of blooming flowers, and though the sun was bright in the sky it wasn't unbearably warm. As their feet touched the ground she let go of her hold on him and took a few steps back steadying herself. She took a few deep breaths and realized she had never tasted air like this before, it was rich and pure, and the smells and taste were so calming she only needed to breathe deeply a few times before she felt grounded.

   She turned to Zagryus whose wings had disappeared, he was watching her closely to make sure she was alright. "Where are we?"